Not Going Out - Interview
Chapter 2
Lee and Lucy had chosen a night-in together in front of tv, however little did he know, Lucy had rearranged some of the furniture everywhere around the flat - making it look an office environment. Lee soon realized what type of interview role-playing, she was aiming to try with him - a Life on Mars one from the looks of it, what he reckoned.
"Feels like I've cunningly whacked on the back of the head and woken up in a 1970's version of our flat. Don't tell me, you've got Gene Hunt hiding behind the sofa?" He asked her, with a predictable look of suspicion.
"Don't be silly. You've been watching way too many episodes of your Life on Mars DVD recently. Probably wasn't a good idea for me, to let you watch them now seeing as you're so convinced Gene Hunt has come to life, via the tv in the living room here. Anyway who's to say, I might have Phil Mitchell hiding behind the sofa instead." She highlighted one mistake which she'd made, before trying once more to test him.
"Oh I think I'm pretty much capable of managing this interview stuff, without a soap character trying to scare me, Lucy. Don't forget I'm a big boy now."
"I know, you're saying the same thing, as you did last time before you got run over. Come on, at least admit you're not exactly Sherlock Holmes when it comes to thinking. It's no wonder, you're going to need to learn a lot about keeping still and not to start telling the interviewer some jokes."
"The interviewer might like my jokes. Let's face it, Lucy. I can't just sit there during my interview, looking like a robot version of Frankenstein." Lee honestly did want to prove a valuable point to her, given that he fancied getting to show his great sense of humour during the interview.
"Okay, I don't see why you shouldn't try that then. Just remember to stay calm and relaxed while you're there. The person interviewing you, always tends to look at how good or bad, your body language is. Well I should know because the first interview I had, I was more staring at one of the pictures the manager had on his table, of his 17 year old than looking at the manager himself, god he was gorgeous..." She sighed briefly as she reflected on that very gorgeous photo of the strapping young man before she eventually remembered she was still actually talking to Lee.
"Sorry do you mean the manager or the son?" Lee asked her, he hadn't been paying much attention - no surprises there then.
"The son, of course. Can't say I blame the manager for not giving me the job in the end. I can still remember that last look and the last bit of advice he gave me. Try taking up acting instead because I hear Eastenders' looking for someone to play an extra." She told him.
"That was a bit harsh of him. If it was me; I'd have said, I didn't want your job anyway, so you can stick your job where the sun don't shine...you silly posh sod." Lee admitted, with some lovely honesty.
"Fair enough..." Lucy responded to his comment, with an amused smile.
The phone started ringing and echoing out of nowhere, which caused Lee to hilariously jump with fright and squeaked.
"You answer it Lucy. Whoever it is, asks if I'm in, pretend you haven't seen me." He hadn't exactly stuck to his big boy manners for long.
Lucy gave an unimpressed look towards him before answering the phone. She wondered, why he was behaving - like a teenager, trying to impress his girlfriend.
"Oh hello Tim, what?...No Lee's not here at the moment. Actually he's just popped out for some fresh milk five minutes ago."
Lee calmly tried to prize the phone from her left hand, once he realised Tim had phoned them up and was now talking to his sister from Cardiff.
"Let me talk to him... Please let me talk to him. Five minutes that's all I'm asking. I only want to know whether the jammy bugger got any merchandise for me. Look do you want me to beg? do your want your own husband to get down on his knees and beg." He asked. She sighed as she decided to take a softer line, instead of the tough approach. Well she did think it was the right option to choose, she was counting on Tim, not to keep him talking for god knows how long.
She placed the phone in Lee's hand, who leaned in towards her and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips - as a way of thanking her before he eventually spoke to Tim.
"Alright you lucky jammy bugger, it's me Lee. So tell me, what filming locations did you and Daisy spot, while you were walking with other fans?" Lee tried not to sound too jealous over the phone.
Tim and Daisy were currently sitting in the Winter sunshine, in Cardiff City Centre. Daisy was sensibly helping herself to a few of Tim's chips while he was chatting on his mobile to his friend.
"Where they filmed Rose and The Doctor's goodbye scene on the beach, from Doomsday, Daisy cried when she remembered what scene was filmed there, then...I cried...buckets" Tim revealed, he was trying hard not to cry again, as he recounted that famous scene from the second series.
"Your's brother's such a big girl's blouse..." Lee mouthed to Lee whilst Tim was mentioning the other filming locations that he and Daisy had spotted.
"He's not the only one."Lucy smiled, as she whispered this comment in response. She had figured out and known already that the two best friends were a lot alike, when it came to the both of them crying over something as silly as a romantic scene in a film.
Lee wasn't at all aware that her comment was referring to him.
"Blimey, I hope you managed to take photos of the beach and the other locations, without crying as you took them and that you've bought me something from the tour." Lee soon realized he had gone over his five minute talk time, which he promised Lucy, that he would stick to.
"Oh Lucy told me about your interview tomorrow. Knock em dead Lee."
"Thanks Tim, for the advice, although that's probably not the best way of going about my interview. I can't just walk in and say to the manager, is it okay if I give you an excited punch to the shoulder instead of a handshake?"
"I was only joking, you silly fool. Of course I don't want you to ruin the best chance of you getting a job. I only want to wish you the best of luck and promise me that you won't do anything complety foolish, like you usually happen to do when you introduce yourself to someone you meet." Tim advised his best friend. Well in all honesty, the jokes Lee preferred to make, whenever he was either introduced to or greeted one of Lucy's friends or one of Geoffrey's friends, weren't constantly met with expected laughter.
All Lee really needed to be given, was some good old motivation and kick up the backside, which might just hopefully send him off on the right path to job success. He needed to re-invent himself - Mature Lee, Loving and Devoted Husband or Mr Success.
Lee thanked him for the manly advice before ending their conversation over the phone. He turned and faced Lucy, who had her hands placed on her hips, which caught Lee's attention straight away. Either she was planning on doing something kinky with him later or she was really pissed with him, for talking way too long to Tim on the phone. Given that she was giving him mixed signals, he couldn't actually tell which one of these guesses were right.
"Sorry, are you still thinking of teaching me the dos and donts about interviews or have you decided to treat us to a bubbly bath together instead." Without properly knowing what she was mulling over, he honestly hoped, maybe she was having this second guess in mind.
"Me treating you to me and your bath, well there's no chance of that happening just yet, what with you and your ticklish feet." She quickly rubbished his claims.
"I thought you'd like my feet tickling your ankles, Lucy?" He had convinced himself of this without asking her, whether she enjoyed the feel of his feet, tickling her underneath the duvet
"Not when I'm making the effort of trying to get some sleep. You don't even realize, they poke me especially while you're asleep." She confirmed one surprising fact that her husband had remained unaware of, since they got together.
"Oh...I guess my feet have a mind of their own then." Lee smiled in thought to himself.
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Lucy dropped Lee off at his interview in Shepherds Bush. She had to admit, he did look impressively and fetchingly handsome in a suit. - which she thought, definitely suited him .
Lee on the other hand, shared his own thoughts. "Feels like I'm auditioning for Britain's Got Talent. Well they could do with more comedians on there, apart from David Walliams."
It was rather nice and lovely to see him in such a good and buoyant mood for once. She wondered if that morning bath she had done for him, had helped to boost his confidence. It came as a surprise when she heard him singing Take That songs in the bathroom. She reckoned he should perhaps audition for X Factor or Britain's Got Talent, like he keeps saying he would.
"Remember everything I told you last night, mainly how not to ask the manager if you can pop to the toilets before he or she starts the interview...You probably keep that thought in mind. I did that once and the person who interviewed me, thought I hadn't turned up for my interview. Then my dad got into a fight with the manager, which was embarrassing enough for me, seeing as my dad ended up being stuck in a headlock and then mum pinched the manager's arse, so he would let dad go."
"How come you haven't mentioned this before, don't tell me... you thought I'd take the piss, if you told me about this...didn't you?"
"Would you?"
"I think you already know the answer to it Lucy. Are you sure Geoffrey didn't train as a wrestler."
"He did, as a matter of fact but he gave up on it before he became a professional."
Lee looked stunned by this revelation, the thought of Geoffrey holding him in a headlock was more worrying now, in case of whether Lee put a foot wrong with him or made the mistake of upsetting his daughter.
"Ha got you...of course he wasn't a wrestling trainee. You better head inside the building, you don't want to be late for your interview and greeting the manager, like you've been slapped in the face with a kipper."
She gave him a good luck kiss on the lips before leaving him standing alone outside Gala Bingo.
"Hello...Hi there..." Lee was practising a few greeting techniques and also smiling optimistically as he done this. The receptionist was now quietly standing right behind him, she didn't exactly know what to say, when she caught him talking to himself. He jumped and squealed once he realized this woman had been quietly observing him like a hawk.
She had a list of names handwritten on the sheet paper attached to the clipboard, which she was holding in her hand.
"I take it you must be here for the interview with Mr Bott?" She asked, while she had a surprised look across her face. Lee nodded his head to confirm this.
Blimey love I'm hardly Brad Pitt, judging from those looks you keep giving me.
Soon enough, she placed a tick against his name which was on the list and told him which room to go for his interview.
End of Chapter
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